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Updated: June 14, 2025
"Thank you, Miss Hargrew," said the dry voice of the absent-minded old professor. "I did not know I was so well appreciated by the girls of Central High." But Laura showed her appreciation in an entirely unlooked for way. As the professor walked into the open from the woods, she darted for him, seized him tightly in her arms, and planted a kiss first on one, and then on his other unshaven cheek.
"How goes the battle, Laura?" asked Lance Darby. "Have you learned your part yet?" "I thought I had," sighed Laura. "But when I come to take cues and try to remember the business of the piece, I forget my lines." "This being leading lady is pretty tough on Mother Wit," laughed Chet. "Oh, my!" exclaimed Bobby Hargrew suddenly. "Here comes Pretty Sweet in his car. Why! he's got Lil with him.
Mann the benefit of my own experience in rehearsing the piece." Mr. Mann actually looked frightened. The stern instructor overpowered him exactly as she did many of the girls. "Toot! Toot! Toot-te-toot! Back water!" muttered Bobby Hargrew. "Wouldn't I cut a shine acting in a Greek play? Oh, my!"
Yet her work was so stiffly done, and she was so awkward, that it seemed to most of the girls that she was bound to hurt and hinder rather than help in the production. "She'd put a crimp in anything," declared Bobby Hargrew, as the Hill girls went home that afternoon. The streets in this residential section had been pretty well cleared of snow, and people had their automobiles out once more.
Again the Central High girls went in to see the invalid upon Janet's invitation. They found Bobby Hargrew there before them. Harum-scarum as Bobby was, nobody could accuse her of lack of sympathy; and she had already learned that her fun and frolic pleased the invalid. Bobby did not mind playing the jester for her friends.
This was Clara Hargrew, whom her friends called Bobby, and whose father kept the big grocery store just a block away from the Belding jewelry store. "Everybody will have picked over the presents in all the stores and got the best of everything before we get there."
She was not a pretty girl, but was a tremendously healthy one strong, well developed, and tomboyish in her activities. Yet she lacked magnetism and the popularity that little Bobby Hargrew, for instance, attained by the exercise of the very same traits Hester possessed. Hester antagonized almost everybody teachers and students alike. Even placid, peace-loving Mother Wit, found Hester incompatible.
"For once I am going to be so good, and have my lessons so perfect, that she cannot find fault." "But trust Miss Carrington to find fault if she felt like it!" grumbled the girl a day or so later. "Miss Hargrew, do not stride so. And keep your elbows in. Why! you walk like a grenadier. And don't sprawl in your seat that way. Are you not a lady?"
Of course, Bobby Hargrew had been cast for one of the male parts. Bobby's father had always said she should have been a boy, and was wont to call her "my eldest son." She had assumed mannish ways sometimes when the assumption was not particularly in good taste. "But Short and Long," she growled in her very "basest" voice, "says I can't walk like a boy. Says anybody will know I'm a girl.
He wasn't hurt as bad as all that." "How do you know?" "Because I've been to the hospital to find out He's got a broken leg and a broken head " "Is he conscious yet?" demanded Bobby Hargrew quickly. "No-o. They say he doesn't know anybody and nobody knows who he is." "Now you see!" cried the girl "Maybe he will die! And you boys will let the man who did it get away."
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